Yeehaw! That's right. I'm gonna be a cowgirl tonight. Put on my ****-kickers, tight *** jeans. Yeah baby, my *** will fill them nicely. Throw on my pearl snap shirt. The one that's a little too tight up top, but that doesn't hurt. Brush this burnett hair till it's silk. Last but not least, my straw hat to finish the look.
I'm a cowgirl tonight. Yeah, that's me. Looking for my longer than 8 second ride. Hey muse, think you can hold onto me? Cause I'm a cowgirl. I like to buck it around. Get ***** in the ring. Come out in victory. And cowboy, you'll never tire of me. I'm the un-ridable bull. Let's see if you can't tame me. You've said once you like to cowboy up. We'll ***, let's see if you can hold on....

I come from the green winters,
the beady drops of sweat
running like lawnmowers
down the side of a face.

The bugs, bugs, bugs
and freakish hailstorms
of the way-down-south.

I come from the trash-can lid
that I made a sled and took flight on
soaring over the inch-thick ice.

I am from howdy-land and yeehaw-city,
but the thing is,
they really weren't.

I come from a fascination with rocks,
the round ones with the white stripes
and the white ones with the round stripes.

I am from bee-stings and wasp-nests,
and the kind ointments that were
whispered into my battle wounds.

Down the side of a cliff,
running like lawmowers,
the beady drops of sweat
come from green winters.

cowboys without
mustaches are just dusty
illiterates. yeehaw!

I've never been one
To be caught off guard
But I've got to say
This's one helluva start

I was raised in the suburbs
Felt at home in big towns
Haven't met many cowboys
Well, up until now

I watched you Hog Tie a runaway
And cling to that bull
You've got courage to spare
And your life sure seems full

Your hands are all roughed
Caloused from years of hard work
But your heart remains soft
Despite how you may look

Perhaps it's a phase
Some fickle teen dream
But I'm willing to bet
That it's more than it seems

So let us get comfortable
Under wide, free, west sky
Teach me to know horses
And I'll teach you to cry

One day, when we're ready,
When I can ride like the wind
You'll love me as much
As I did to begin

And after you've taught me
Everything that you know,
I'll teach you, in bed
The City Girl Rodeo ;)

Yeehaw!!

Restriction of the Bay's yeehaw,
Politely in the inner steel,
Cold bars to the planet Mars,
Dealers are encased as they want a deal!!!!

Currency friendly banker's bank upon thy smallest of wages,
Where buttered blades slice through T. C control!!!

Quadruplets of chain-gang walk in's all talking is sprayed like Russian magazines,
Some grown to addiction,
Dreamer's stay phene!!!!

Profane novelists attend the wickered chairs,
Wherein only ones a pair in solitaried room,
Twenty months to thou makes a year,
While a year settles for two....

Draft windows,
Plasticated pillows are showcases for what's to come!!!
Sit down,
Thou fool in blue the shows here, or the show has just begun!!!!!

Bribery is doubled,
A hand here at this polo lagoon!
Wherein monsoon's turn to drop outs,
Where knockout's are proprietary  locked into place wittled  with screws!!!!

Strenuous pulsation's beat to the enflamed core,
Pose thyself,
Thy critic of nature and god, you've settled your betted scores!!!!!

Narcotic,
I see you promising greater hopes with pre-maturities scope,
I've missed the hanging strike!!!

Ar ar ar
Merry deathmas

Massive boon of life, you
No man feasts on your bones

Not those very fungi

(sorry)

Fi Fum drum you Protoctist ****
Shear the skin from the fun
Stuff
White and node of muscled life
Make your narrow bed of marrow bread

Yeehaw life's a draw
and death presents a certain
certainty

Theres no mystery in
the biggest mystery
That it goes
pumping
with 777ccs of force
and maybe 1200 horse
power

Equine
and divine giant you
cud and horse and seed anew
stool of toad and brush of mold
return to state before
there was...
you?

How to have a real **** day -
By Aidan A.

Lets start with face palming your phone onto the floor
Its like what little social life I have
Has just shown me the door.

Lets amplify that
With the fact
That my internet
Is in a state of disconnect,
So the mobile hotspot
Keeps me from internalised rot.

Fast forward to the next morning
When you wake
At half past eight
Assuming that the girl youve been seeing
Will arrive soon instead of being
A few hours late.

You head the **** out because the lack
Of wifi
Slowly stupefies
And then you are told that the LCD is ******* up,
It needs replacing
At a price too high
To justify

So you proceed to purchase
A secondhand mobile,
Unknown to you
That will be the best it gets for awhile.

You contact your sweetheart
But now shes got other things to do
Instead of tentatively spending the day with you
And in your understanding
You can't help but feel a bit ****
So you grab some BK -

This is where it gets metaphorically gay.
(Dont get offended I used it that way.)

Jump into the driver's seat
Realising the ticket hasn't been paid for
And the useless paper bag
That encapsules the takeaway
Is now leaking Coca Cola
All over your car.

Yeehaw. What a ******* great day.
I don't know what else to say.
Don't pity me though
Thats not Aidan A.
I'm on edge cause I've been sober too long
But its better this way.

Besides
I've run out of ***** to give for today.

I yeehaw,
As I mount my squaw.
She's let me wear the cowboy hat
While the cat,
Once kitten, confidant and confessor
Of her predecessor,
Spectates...
As I *******.
She was actually born in Mumbai,
But I
Still ride the bomb as I fly.

pacing these
tightly coiled corners
dipping, rising
saddling neurons
bucking then
purring

the vacant
is my best friend
reflect ricocheting
in echoes

the longer
I simmer solo
the more I drown
in things I’d rather
keep down

and all the
bottom residue
gets a little excited

it may just get
hacked up yet

yeehaw

i met many people
big and not so big
all different size
and evrytiem
i cri
until i met squid
he was so squid
i went splid
while evry1 else amde me go
wubba
and to this day
he is the only one
who make me go
yeehaw

Split your lip on this
sharper sensibility
bringing even your
fogged fog thic'r
where it counts
this feel we go for
thees reel we hope for
spooling along like a pony
yeehaw

restoration

yeehaw restoration

need that

him as a striped blue and
yellow tie I'd take off as an airplane
and fly. Not wrapped tightly around his
starched collar. Yeehaw I'd holler! And

just as a sailor’s knot I'd unloop him
on the spot. I'd unhitch him
as a trailer on the highway in
the pouring rain. Bleach him out

as a port wine stain. If he was
only a computer I'd clear the memory of
all past, deleting years from first
to last. And burn the pages of

this leather book. So, not to take a look
again. Fire up the ink in my wooden
fountain pen and paper it with a wedge
of lime and yen.